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Scary Questions in the Dark

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Staying in a hospital often is boring. You see the same nurses, doctors traipse through your room. They poke you with needles. They give you pills you know nothing about. They present you with strange devises and machines that measure things. Sometimes they hook you up to these devices in such a fashion thta your personal movement is inhibited by strange multicolored wires. But that’s fine. Machines don’t scare me.

But dumb nurses do.

Part of my hospital experience is sleeping. Well, rather attempting to sleep.

Part of the hospital structure is an assembly of busy body night nurses who feel the need to wake you up and do things to you every two hours. I’m not sure if its a job security thing. Maybe they are so horribly worried that I will kick the bucket, that stopping into my room will help. That is not scary. Everybody kicks the bucket. It’s just a matter of time.

What is scary is when you are sleeping the room is dark. At perhaps midnight, 2 or 4 a.m. a nurse will come in. She is alone. She turns on the small florescent light behind her so you only see her silhouette. She wears a badge you can’t read because its flipped over. You can’t tell if she is wearing a wig or not. That is scary. The first thing when she comes in the room she offers irrelevant questions and statements. She comes in and says, “You turned the light off”, expecting an answer. Truth is the lab people that were in just 30 seconds ago, took blood and turned if off. Then she says, “Your wife isn’t here yet.” This is not funny. Three or four people have suggested my wife was traveling from Salem. I called and verified with Terri that she wasn’t going anywhere. Perhaps being on the night crew she didn’t know of the change.

Then, “How did your treadmill test go?” My head head is spinning. “”There was no treadmill test. Was there supposed to be one?” No answer.

In a world where you no longer have control of what is happening to you, where and when you are going or show up to work on Monday….it’s actually not activities themselves that are stressful to cardiac patient.

It’s the questions.

You deal with them.

Then your bill comes. Oh well.


Written by gettheconcept

August 22, 2008 at 5:52 pm

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